He grows impatient at my slow response.
“You’re here to provide whateverIwant,” he grits out, rough. “And I want toseeyou.”
I pull back, removing my neck from the heat of his lips. The eyeholes in his mask seem cavernous and I know that if I lose my grip, I’ll fall into them and drown. So, I hold on.
My stomach rolls in fear.
He tips his head back and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, scraping it slowly before letting it pop free. His gaze settles on me, a challenge tinting the corners. His solid jaw moves subtly from side-to-side, the muscle jumping with each grind.
Seconds pass.Minutes.
I’m about to melt under the pressure when he leans forward, touching his lips to mine so lightly that it tickles the hairs on my Cupid’s Bow.
“Pfeiffer McAllister,” he whispers, deeply, “take off your clothes.”
Lust lunges through me like a roll of thunder. That one sentence makes my head spin so fast I’m dizzy.
He takes a couple steps back, leans against the wall and pushes his hands into his pockets. Even though I can’t see his eyes clearly, I can feel them on every inch of my skin and I haven’t even revealed it all to him yet.
I lick my lips and swallow. I can’t believe I signed up for this. What was I thinking?
One month, I remind myself. One month and I can forget this place ever existed.
Slowly, I push the dress over my shoulders, letting the fabric fall down my arms. I think wistfully of my bra sitting on a chair in the dressing room, as the dress falls exposing my bare breasts cushioned only by the cups.
His throat bobs in the dim light but the rest of his body stays rock still.
I push the dress over my hips and allow it to fall to my feet in a slinky black puddle. I take his continued silence as a cue to remove my lace panties also, stepping out of them before nudging them to the side with a toe.
Despite the warmth of the room, everything in me is on high alert, including my nipples. They’re so taut and erect theyhurt.
I stand in the center of the floor, fully naked. Bared to the great Diavolo Sovrano. Just as he wanted.
I tip my chin. “Was it worth it?”
He stops breathing for a moment. Then, with unexpected aggression, he pushes himself off the wall and stalks the three paces up to my bare chest.
When he speaks, it’s through a clenched jaw. “Don’t youeverquestion whether the sight of your body isworth it.”
The shock of his anger makes my gaze drop to his hands. They’re free of his pockets now and shaking. And below them, so are my knees.
I understand why I might be trembling; I’m scared out of my mind. But him? What does he have to be afraid of? It’s obvious he doesn’t like me. So why has he put himself here, in this room, with me?
Before I can brave the question, he drops to his knees, bringing his face level with my breasts.
“Remove these,” he says, almost spitting with disgust.
I peel the cups from my ribcage, freeing my breasts. Without further warning, he leans forward and takes half of one in his mouth.
I gasp in surprise, too stunned to jerk backward. A swathe of warmth erupts across my chest and wends its way between my legs. His tongue sweeps over the pebbled skin and he sucks at the nipple, turning me into something needy and hot.
True to his word, his hands don’t reach for me once. His mouth does all the work.
He moves my breast about with his tongue, side to side, catching the nipple between his teeth, pulling on it with his lips as though he’s milking it. To my horror, my spine bends, pushing my body into him for more. When he moves to the other breast, I whimper, appalled at my own weakness.
A faint murmur transfers from his mouth to my nipple sending sparks of heat through my veins.
Hecan’tbe enjoying this.
